carrots and corners

My thoughts are filled with carrots and corners
little black blind spots lividly languishing in peripheral vision
stochastic plastic ravaging maelstrom
filling holes with music
giant rips in fabric
no more hubris
ego befallen hard times
world a-tilt
sedentary mud slinging down to bottom.

The diversity is lost now.
I *fuck* am *pluck* confused *snuck a mouse into the house*.